Renaissance poem

Once upon a time there was a group of ladies and lords
Who loved a sport that didn't involve swords.
They loved to kick balls with their feet so high and mighty.
They kicked to their heart's desire, weather they kicked lefty or they kicked righty.
This valient group was known to lands near and far.
For they were awesome on the court but more awesome at the bar.
Word of this lot traveled from one village to the next.
So praise for this group all did bequest.
Every king, every queen, every peasant, every serf.
Knew it was glory this group did deserve.
This team of kickery is worthy of a token and we shall
Give them the gift of free chalices and free ale.
This team was brave and fought to win, fought to lose.
This team because known as Win or Lose We Still Booze.
Held in high regard they were true and fair.
And royal flowing capes they did wear.
Their locks were golden (some of them) and their heads they held high.
And time after time they held shots of tequilla to the sky.
They would cheers to chilvary and they would cheers to the merry.
They drank till their bellies were full of ale and sherry.